“697, 698, 699, and finally, 700.”As one of Flama’s guild members from her inner council counted the hundreds of potions from the crates Luck had just set down in the throne room, they all looked in utter amazement.Dumbfounded by the quantity and variety of potions they had just received from Luck, it put to shame the current most advanced potion makers of their guild.“So?” Luck asked with a grin on his face. “Is everything in order?”As soon as Luck and Flama had arrived back to the capital of Queen Flamewrath’s kingdom, they were greeted by the guards and let inside the palace.On the way, Flama had called for her closest guild members to come see the results of the guild’s dealings with Luck.When they arrived, he was met with derisive eyes that looked at him as if he wasn’t worthy to even be in the same room as them, many even had hands on their weapons, ready to end Luck if Flama gave the word.This would never come to pass and the mood soon changed when Luck declared that he
Appearing in front of Luck was something he was not expecting, his eyes shuddered as he mentally read each line on the screen only he could see. *** Name: [Dwarson] Class: [Blacksmith Lv38] [Swordsman Lv10] Titles: [None] Class Skills: [Innate Blacksmithing] [Innate Metallurgy] Normal Skills: [Intermediate Blacksmithing] [Beginner Swordsman] [Beginner Physical Recovery] Weapon Skills: [Power Slash Lv4] [Quick Slash Lv1] [Parrying Blow Lv1] HP: 180/180 Mana: 20/20 Strength: 20 Vitality: 18 Agility: 12 Dexterity: 17 Intelligence: 71 Wisdom: 23 *** “Hey Luck? Are you alright?” Concerned with how wide his eyes were open, Flama patted Luck’s shoulder to get him to refocus. She thought that he might have sensed something was off, but Luck down played what he could now see in front of him. “I’m fine, I just think I might need to add a few things to my shopping list, that’s all. Hold on.” Turning away, Luck went off to a secluded corner of the shop to discreetly look at th
With his business finished, Luck and Flama had decided to take a stroll through the streets. The rural stone roads they traveled were nothing like the modern paved and ceramic composite paths of the real world. It was somewhat annoying to traverse, but players enjoyed it. It was like they were sent back in time, allowed to now enjoy the thrilling combat and life of medieval times. While this theme was like any other MMORPG, VRMMORPGs had a marked difference. Because of the game's hyper realistic simulation of life and the real world, many actually preferred to take the time to enjoy the natural scenery, it inconveniences and all. It was better than the dreary futuristic sights of their current society that was so engrossed in technological development. Due to this, the environment of their biosphere had been degraded to a point where very little natural scenery was naturally occurring in their cities. Only those with enough money and influence could enjoy going to these now priva
As Luck was conversing with Carol across the reception desk, many of the other players nearby who were tending to their own business, Flama included, noticed that Luck’s eyes were somewhat wandering while he talked. “Ew. What a creep.” A female player scoffed, disgusted by how Luck was dragging his eyes across the busty receptionist’s body. While some of the male players had the same reaction, more were inclined to serve Luck a fist sandwich for leering at their idol. Unbeknownst to Flama, Carol, and Luck, Carol was actually well known as being one of more preferred receptionists in the training hall. While her busty appearance, long blonde hair, and fair skin contributed to her charm, it was her skill in accommodating her customers that drew them to her. Carol was sociable and could be quite talkative, and this showed as she asked about the details of the job Luck had offered her. “So? You said that you would like me to be your assistant in your shop. I also understand that you
“Fighters! Are you ready!” As one of the training hall’s faculty looked across the large eastern style-like dojo room, the man in the training grounds work uniform, straightened his tie and looked to see Flama unsheathing her twin swords out with a wide and terrifying smile on her lips. This shook the man to his core and he wished that he didn’t have to do this. He knew that Flama was Queen Flamewrath of the Kingdom of Primeria, and while he felt honored to be the referee of one of her upcoming fights, he could not help but feel as if he was about to witness a slaughter. Tales of her fierce fighting style were in circulation before her time as Queen, when she was just an up and coming adventurer in this neck of the continent. Looking at her opponent, the referee could only pity Luck who seemed to be completely unarmed and unarmored. Yet even still, Luck was cracking his neck and knuckles as if he were ready to brawl himself. The referee knew that these two people were not ordin
As their sparring match continued, Luck and Flama were tempering their skills and learned how each other moved and fought. While they both learned about each other with unmalicious intentions in their hearts, the thought of one day becoming enemies did cross their minds for a few short moments. Nevertheless, they continued to spar with each other, hoping that that day would not come. Match after match, they pushed themselves to become stronger and better than they once were. Both knew that their goal ahead, to destroy the orc encampment, was going to be a long and difficult battle. While Flama wanted to bring her people in on the matter due to the disparity in numbers, Luck had forbidden her in doing that. Luck had no right to deny Flama from going through with her decision, but since she had given authority over the land around Luck’s new base, she had to be accommodating to his demands. She could always easily take it back by force, but felt that she would still be on the losing
Seeing Carol at the head of the group of NPCs, suddenly asking if they could join Flama and Luck in the hot spring perplexed them both. To Flama, this kind of forward behavior from an NPC was strange to her. The NPCs she recruited or hired always seemed subservient and showed no sign of asking out of ordinary questions. Their questions were usually about how they could help the player or how the player could help them, which sometimes led to a quest being generated. It was a very game-like conversation, but sometimes, you had a unique scenario, nevertheless Flama saw Carol as just that, an NPC. Flama was about to deny them the chance since she saw it as not necessary to give non-sentient beings that luxury. “Go ahead.” Luck said, subverting Flama’s expectation. “Are you sure about this Luck? Shouldn’t we keep our discussions private?” Flama knew that Luck was likely going to speak about their future plans before logging off, but seeing him wave his hand as if not minding the NPC
As Luck, Flama, Carol, and the other training hall staff NPCs were spending time in the hot spring together, they all took a moment to relax from a long day of work. Luck and Flama particularly had all the reason to rest due to how hard they had been beating the crap out of each other. For the NPCs on the other hand, it could normally be argued that they didn’t have the need for it. But due to the game's realism, NPCs lived and breathed, meaning that they eventually got tired and their performance and overall mood dropped, like a regular person in real life. From the normal perspective of players, like Flama, people saw them as non sentient humans who were just a part of the game, but Luck knew better. With each [Age of Expansion], NPCs seemed to undergo a change in persona and level of complexity to their behavioral patterns. Currently, NPCs were subservient to the players and some were leaders in their own right. Later expansions had them become stronger, and special individual